The Unconditional Mother

I am the Earth beneath your feet,
And the seed nestled betwixt them.
I am the rain to guide the seed to fruition,
And the sprout that bursts upon the meadow.
From sprout, to sapling, to bark, to birch,
I am every twig and leaf that falls to Earth.
You come with ax and now I'm timber,
To the mill and then ship builder.
I was the cotton in the field,
But now I am cloth for your sail.
I am the ocean you take to distant lands,
And the wind you catch within your sails.
I am the Earth, you are my leech,
But I am here for you, whenever you need.

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saiom's picture

stupendous talent

You have a stupendous talent. There are several beautiful

lines in this poem

Imho, in cutting sentient trees, we are destroying Mother Earth

as seen right now in Alberta with unprecedented forest fires.

MilMan's picture

The Unconditional Mother

A Beautiful Poem. To mistreat Mother Earth is a true crime

And if it takes her 10,000 years she has nothing but time.

We for true, would be through.